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"Calm down, Shelly!" pleaded Ximena. "I wouldn't do that; you know it! I'm no slut, either." She giggled. "Well, only in secret." She pointed to the blob that represented the VR system. "There's only two jacks -- nobody else real can join us or see anything."
Shelly dropped her hands. "Okay, but -- Goddamnit!" Her top had shrunk again and was so tight it was almost painful. She glared at the mirror, but the material remained stubbornly unchanging.
"You should just get rid of it," Ximena suggested. "I had such a hard time keeping mine from changing until I had more practice."
It obviously was still a problem; her friend's pendant had morphed into a studded leather collar. "How?" Shelly gasped. "I'll never get it over my head."
"You cheat," Ximena said, holding out a hand. A moment later, a pair of scissors materialized in it, and she quickly slit the sides of the redhead's top. The scissors faded from view as quickly as the falling scraps of fabric.
"Not my sweatshirt," Shelly moaned, and then caught herself as Ximena smirked. "I know; it wasn't real clothing. I'm just still getting used to this, okay?" Only the thought that it was all fake and the real sweatshirt was still in place kept her from cringing under the brunette's approving glance.
"I think this thing was programmed by perverts," Shelly said, trying to cover her embarrassment. The revealed breasts looked like hers, but her nipples never stuck out that way unless she was massively aroused. She gave up on the shorts, which had shrunk until they fitted more like underwear. The redhead twitched, trying to adjust her real shorts, which had ridden up and were trapping sweat between her legs.
"Check this out!" teased Ximena, distracting Shelly from thoughts of her body. The door opened in front of them and Mick was standing there.
Shelly jumped and nearly screamed. The display field had become was so realistic she had to work to remember it was all just computerized make-believe. On second glance, the figure didn't look exactly like Mick, and it moved woodenly and expressionlessly into the room before the door closed behind it.
"Mick?" Shelly asked, arching an eyebrow as she turned to Ximena. "You couldn't think of anybody else?" Her brow rose higher as she realized the brunette was rubbing her bikini bottom. "Ximena, you slut!"
Her friend smiled sheepishly, but didn't stop stroking herself. "Well, he did loan me the equipment. Besides, I made a few improvements."
That was what had thrown Shelly off. The figure in front of them was like an idealized version of Mick -- a little taller, more muscular, minus the overbite and with better hair. Then he -- or it -- jerkily pushed down the trunks and revealed an absolutely splendid erection. If Mick -- or anybody else -- actually had possessed a tool like that, Shelly would have heard about it through the school grapevine.
Ximena winked sideways at Shelly and gracefully sank to her knees.
"Oh, please!" Shelly rolled her eyes. "Have a little self-respect, Ximena. You could do anything you wanted to, and you want to suck it? Why not just fantasize about visiting the dentist?"
"I like giving blowjobs," Ximena said, looking a bit hurt. "You can do what you like with your own cock, okay?" She turned her attention back to the virtual quasi-Mick and sucked his organ between her lips and then let it pop out again, bobbing in front of her. "I bet I can get off faster than you can."
Shelly realized a second male form had materialized inside the door while Ximena had distracted her. It stood there, naked and unmoving, as ill-defined as she'd been initially. "This is dumb," she weakly protested, but the brunette wasn't paying attention to her. Besides, she was a little intrigued by the possibilities.
Brad Pitt? Paul Rudd? Bradley Cooper? Maybe with a little Usher thrown in? The shape rippled, fuzzing out and then sharpening as Shelley quickly riffed throug
h all of her fantasies and blended them into one perfect piece of fuckmeat.
The result wasn't what she'd expected. He was breathtakingly handsome, a primal male with a tool so large Shelly knew it could fill up every nook and cranny of her. But instead of reminding her of any of those celebrities, the guy looked like... It took a moment of mental groping, but then Shelly placed the face. It reminded her of Mick's doofus friend, Billy Ray. Why did Ximena have to screw up her subconscious by bringing Mick into this?
Shelly strained, trying to remold the face to something else, but it remained stubbornly fixed. It was so handsome; if only it didn't have such an unfortunate association! Then he smiled, and she felt herself get all wet. Fuck it, Shelly decided -- the real Billy Ray wasn't ever going to know about it, and she wanted that cock.
She shimmied her little shorts down her legs and watched the shaft in front of her swell even larger. The resolution had improved to the point that the large drop of precum glistening at its tip was readily visible and nearly photorealistic. Probably it wasn't really that good, but in the real world, Shelly was used to things looking a little fuzzy; she'd never wear her glasses in bed with a guy.
What come-on line did a girl use with a simulacrum, anyway? Shelly looked over at Ximena, who was getting her face fucked with a vengeance and still hadn't said a word. Well, it wasn't like she'd ever had to seduce her vibrator.
Shelly lay back on the bed and spread her legs, offering herself. She smiled dreamily, imagining how her fantasy lover would carefully tongue her, licking the moisture from her labia and heating her even more, making her body ready for that huge dick. Then he'd--
Again the redhead lost her tenuous control over the simulation. The man simply threw himself on top of her and buried himself to the root in her tight pussy. Shelly gasped, unprepared for the totality and realism of the sensation. It was almost painful, but the feeling of getting plowed like some cheap slut by this amazing stud was totally arousing.
He kissed Shelly hard, muffling her screams of ecstasy. She'd always fantasized about slow, romantic kisses as part of foreplay, but obviously her subconscious knew better -- all Shelly knew was that she wanted more of the tongue that forced itself roughly between her parted lips, taking her mouth the same way the cock between her legs thrust repeatedly into her womb.
For once, Shelly didn't have to worry about acting demure or impressing the guy or anything except herself. It was a good thing, too, because the phantom erection pistoning in and out of her was driving her absolutely out of her mind. She bucked furiously, trying to drive it further into her slick channel and mauled her tits with both hands, stimulating herself even more.
The redhead was more aroused than she'd ever been in her life, and even the somewhat-creepy specter of the studly not-quite-Billy Ray leering down at her couldn't quench her need. The image had gotten a little fuzzy again, but it was the last thing on her mind at the moment. Hell, if the real Billy Ray had sported a shaft like the one that was fucking her senseless, Shelly might even have done him.
God, she must be a slut to even think that! Shelly gasped and crested, just as the cock inside her swelled and settled into the rhythmic contractions that jetted spurt after spurt of hot cum into her honeypot. The good thing about virtual sex was that she didn't need protection, so she just concentrated on how great it all felt. Who'd want a vibrator after doing this?
Shelly belated remembered Ximena's challenge. Feeling totally satiated, she lazily rolled her head to the side to check on her friend.
The brunette must have cum too, because she was looking relaxed. Ximena still knelt on the floor, totally naked except for the VR goggles on her head, while she sucked on Mick's cock and slowly fingered herself. His scum coated her breasts and face.
